The soft sounds of flute, lyre, and pipes filled the background as the ladies and gentlemen reclined on their couches. The slaves removed the remnants of the feast which had been prepared for the small gathering. Little more than bones and sauce remained of the peacock, fish, and vegetable dishes that had constituted the main course tonight. Two slaves picked up the table and moved toward the kitchen, passing more slaves as they carried out the second table, loaded with sweets, fruits, and nuts.
The easy flow of conversation made it apparent that all the guests were comfortable friends. Lucius made a point of frequently inviting them to his home whenever he was in town. They gossiped and chatted as the slaves maneuvered the sweets table into place.
General Galerius turned toward his host and quietly inquired, "So, Lucius, is this gorgeous, fair-haired slave the one I've heard so much talk about?" Grinning, he watched as Nicholas placed his end of the table down, and ignoring the Romans, followed the other slaves back to the kitchen.
"I see why you wanted him," Galerius murmured as he glanced back at his counterpart.
"Yes, that's the slave, though whether he's worth the cost remains to be seen," Lucius replied.
"What, Lucius?! You haven't tried him yet?" Lady Gemma teased, as she leaned around her husband, Galerius, to watch for her host's expression. She was a petite woman, with her long, brown hair spilling down around her shoulders. The gold palla she wore set off her pale complexion beautifully.
"No, Lady Gemma. He was only delivered a few hours ago," Lucius replied, his blue-gray eyes displaying his enjoyment with the sparring conversation.
The young man sitting on the couch to Lucius' right leaned forward and grabbed a handful of nuts. The insignia on his tunic identified him as Commander Severus, Lucius' second in command. He settled back and handed several of them to the beautiful young girl seated next to him. The Lady Deanna, his wife, was wearing a peacock blue shift over her green stola. Her dark brown hair was twisted and pinned into a tight mass of curls that cascaded down her back. Glancing slyly at the two men to her left, the pretty brunette commented, "I wouldn't mind trying him for you."
"Why am I not surprised that you said that, Deanna," Commander Tiberius laughed, as he reclined on the adjacent couch located to Deanna's right. During this last campaign, he had served as one of Lucius' field commanders. Through unswerving loyalty to the General, Tiberius had earned a rapid rate of promotion, following a similar path that General Galerius had walked a few years before.
"Indeed, Lady Deanna. I may take you up on that offer," Lucius returned with a slight smile. Glancing at his second in command, Lucius saw the broad smile that Severus flashed which caused a ripple of laughter to weave across the three couches.
Lucius leaned back and appeared to listen to the conversation flowing around him. In fact, he was replaying the events that had occurred following Nicholas' hasty departure from the bathing room earlier. <At least the man had enough sense not to leave the house,> he thought. <*That* would have earned him a severe lashing.> As it was, after Gallus found him huddled in the kitchen pantry, it took all Lucius' considerable control not to throttle Nicholas, then and there. Leaving him in Gallus' capable hands, Lucius had retired to his library to consider how he was going to handle the *education* of this slave.
He had weighted the thrill of breaking this one himself with the delight of watching others' handle the problem for him. Knowing Galerius and Severus as he did, Lucius knew they would carry out his instructions to the letter, not to mention the entertainment value it would offer his dinner guests. Yes, it would be worth giving up the first ride for, he had decided.
Lucius let his musing slip away and sat up as several female slaves walked up with towels and pitchers of sweetened wine. He glanced over the edge of his goblet as Nicholas came into view, slowly carrying a large tray of sweet cakes. Handing his goblet back to Suella, the little slave girl who was serving him tonight, he muttered loud enough for the two officers on either side of him to hear, "I would look favorably on someone breaking this *young stallion* in." He looked Galerius in the eye for a moment, then ran his hand into Suella's long, dark hair and pulled her face down to his, demanding a kiss.
Grinning with anticipation, Galerius rose from his place between Lucius and his wife, Gemma. He leaned down and briefly kissed his wife, then wandered around the table, sampling different delicacies. As he passed near Severus, he raised his eyebrows in silent query. Grinning, Severus rose and moved past Tiberius, who was sitting on the third couch, a slave girl already sprawled across his lap.
Nicholas had just lowered the full tray to the table when he realized two of the Roman men were standing slightly behind and to either side of him. When a hand lightly ran up his back, he flinched and tried to move away, but the table blocked his escape.
Moving quickly, Galerius slipped his hand into the blond hair of the slave, taking a tight grip. Severus swiftly grabbed the flailing arms and pinned Nicholas' arms behind his back in a firm grip. Grinning at each other, they then looked over at Lucius as the slave squirmed and struggled against them.
"Lucius, where do you want the ‘breaking in' to take place?" Severus asked.
Lucius thought for a moment as he chewed on the grape Suella had eased into his mouth. "Right there is fine." Looking toward the kitchen, he yelled, "Gallus!"
The steward quickly trotted out of the kitchen, concerned something had gone wrong. Seeing two of his master's friends confining the new slave, he had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. Trotting up to the gathering, Gallus breathlessly asked, "Yes, Master?"
Lucius pulled his gaze away from the struggling barbarian to address his steward. "Gallus, have the slaves remove the food, but leave the table here. And be quick about it!"
With an affirmative nod, Gallus turned toward the kitchen, then stopped when Galerius added, "Oh, and have one of them bring several pieces of leather with them."
"Yes, Master Galerius. Immediately!" the steward answered, then hurried into the kitchen.
Lucius returned his attention to the scene playing out on the other side of the table. A hungry leer appeared when Galerius jerked Nicholas' head back and covered the audible gasp of pain with a forceful kiss. Muffled cries of protest could be heard as the young slave struggled to escape the unwanted attentions of the two Romans. Galerius lingered in the kiss while his free hand began to roam across the muscled body of the handsome slave, only breaking away from the kiss when half a dozen servants ran into the room, rushing to remove all the dishes.
Severus jerked on the slave's arms in warning when Nicholas continued to struggle against Galerius' caresses. Grinning, he teased, "I don't think he appreciates your attentions Galerius."
"No, it doesn't appear so. What a shame." Looking over the slave's shoulder at Severus, he winked and said, "I guess we're just going to have to do this the hard way." At Severus' nod, Galerius watched as the Roman flashed a lewd grin and pulled on Nicholas' arms, wrenching a discernible groan of pain from the young barbarian.
Turning away, Galerius stepped between two of the slaves clearing the table and retrieved one of the cutting knives lying there. Twirling the knife between his fingers, he slowly walked back to the pair, as Nicholas began to pant from the exertion.
"You don't want to play, slave?" he asked as he dragged the knife gently across cloth and skin. He smile broadened when the young man suddenly stopped struggling. Looking into the handsome face, he watched as a quick swallow became the only visible sign of emotion. Leaning closer, he drew the knifepoint up to the shoulder strap of Nicholas' tunic and with a quick jerk, sliced through the material. Galerius tossed the knife back on the table, then took hold of the cut material and pulled, causing the tunic to slide down the taunt body until it gathered on the floor.
Galerius took a step back and stared at the lean, young body, then looked over his shoulder at Lucius. "If you ever decide to sell him, Lucius, let me know. I'll buy him from you!"
The Lady Gemma spoke up as well. "Oh, yes Lucius. Please do think of us when you tire of him." She licked her lips as she stared at the broad chest and slim waist visible to the diners. "Come, come, Galerius -- don't keep us in suspense. Let's see the rest!" she chided her spouse.
Galerius moved closer to the young slave, then looked over and grinned at his wife as he slowly moved his fingers across the slave's chest. "You never could wait for your surprises could you, Gemma?" he teased.
"Galerius, how can you tease Gemma that way! Get on with it!" Deanna urged. "The slaves have finished with the table already!"
Severus grinned at his wife and replied, "Deanna, we all know you're only interested in seeing how big his cock is!" Laughing at the look she threw at him, Severus addressed Galerius. "I guess we can't delay any longer, Galerius. The gallery is demanding action!"
"Yes, Severus. Get on with it," Lucius answered for all the watching participants.
Galerius noticed one of the kitchen slaves hovering nearby with a handful of leather draped across her palm. Waving her closer, he took the straps from her, then looked at Severus and said, "Hold him still. I wouldn't want to tie the two of you together, now would I?" he teased.
"Ha, ha, Galerius. You and your wonderful sense of humor," Severus threw back good-naturedly. "It's a shame... whooof!" Severus exclaimed as he was hit in the stomach with an elbow. Tightening his grip, he tensely stated, "I think it's time to stop playing around. Our toy is growing bored."
Grinning, Galerius reached between the men, securely tying the first strap tightly around the slave's right wrist, before throwing the rest of the piece over Severus' shoulder.
"Don't, please," Nicholas whispered, almost against his will.
"Did you hear something, Severus?" Galerius asked mockingly, as he moved to the other side and tied one of the straps around Nicholas' left wrist, though this time he kept hold of the remainder.
"I'm not sure. Did you say something, slave?" Severus asked, pulling against his arms.
"Please...., master," he spat, then gasped in pain as Severus pulled harder.
The two Romans looked across the table at Lucius, who nodded once. Looking at each other, Severus yelled, "Now!" as he released Nicholas' arms and grabbed the strap that was lying on his shoulder. The two soldiers quickly stretched the young slave between them, pulling him taut.
Galerius yelled at Tiberius, who had been laughing at their struggles. "Stop that cackling and come over here and help us." Looking at the brightly polished brass tabletop, he added, "And bring a cloak with you."
When Tiberius walked over with a couple of cloaks thrown over his arm, the first real emotion the young slave had expressed crossed his face -- panic. Shaking out the cloaks so they covered the cold metal surface, Tiberius continued around until he was standing in front of the bound man.
"Noooo! Please, don't do this!" Nicholas pleaded as the two soldiers on either side of him guided him back a couple of steps. When the backs of his knees hit the table, Tiberius pushed against his chest, which sent him crashing down on the table. The two officers quickly tied Nicholas down, looping the leather straps around the table legs securely.
"Well, that went well," Tiberius quipped and grinned as he walked back to his couch and the slave girl. Galerius and Severus each took one of the slave's ankles and quickly had the struggling man stretched out on the table, securely tied. Galerius, grinning hungrily at Severus, asked, "Who gets to go first?"
Severus looked over at Lucius, who was intently watching the proceedings. "Do we toss for first, or will you choose his first rider, Lucius?"
Looking at his second in command, Lucius thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "No need. Why don't you start things off, Severus."
"Thank you, my General!" Severus answered, greatly pleased.
As Galerius moved back to his couch, Severus knelt down next to the table, drinking in the sight of the well-developed body stretched out for his enjoyment. Running his hand up the inside of one leg, he grinned as the slave strained against the restraints at the first touch of his hand. Reaching for the loincloth, he slowly unwrapped the garment until the jewels hidden within were revealed. Severus stroked his fingertips across a sensitive area, then quickly pulled the loincloth out from under Nicholas when he bucked in protest.
Lucius watched as his officer began to touch the slave, moving over him with a sure, gentle hand. He knew this slave would be difficult, though breaking his spirit wasn't what he had in mind. This little demonstration should convince Nicholas that capitulation was the best thing for all concerned. Lucius didn't want to have to constantly fight him; nor did he want to have him beaten into submission. Hopefully, the barbarian would see reason and learn from this lesson.
He watched as Severus licked across the muscled chest, teasing the barbarian's nipples into hard points. When Severus lightly drew his tongue across the taut neck and up to the luscious mouth, Lucius leaned forward, almost as tense as the slave bound to the table.
Noises of disgust and protest rose from the helpless man, distracting the general from his pleasure. He leaned toward Galerius and whispered in his ear. As he finished, the lewd grin that appeared promised yet one more thing Nicholas would complain about.
Rising, Galerius reached under his uniform and loosened his cock protector from around his waist and groin. Pulling it off, he walked to the head of the slave and knelt down. Galerius forced the slave's mouth open and inserted the small leather cage inside, securing it in place with the attached straps. The burly general looked up when Lucius stated, "Finally, a little piece and quiet. It is much better this way; now we can hear the musicians as they play."
Galerius glanced over to the corner of the room where the group was sitting. At his glare, they quickly raised their instruments and proceeded to fill the room with music.
"Excellent, Galerius. A brilliant stroke, I must say!" Tiberius said, raising his cup of wine in salute.
Galerius reached for the last piece of leather lying on the floor, knowing that Severus would be needing it. Dropping it within reach, Galerius squatted down near the slave's head and began to stroke his hand through the wavy, blond hair, while he tasted and kissed the handsome face.
Severus turned his attention back to what he had been doing before Galerius' interruption. He looked at the limp penis, noting it had shown no change since they had begun their sport. He picked up the loose piece of leather and proceeded to insure the slave's co-operation in their game.
Looping one end of the strip of leather around the large scrotum, Severus secured it with just enough pressure to prevent the slave from coming, then took the remaining length and tied it around the base of the limp cock in front of him. "There, that should take care of the problem," he quietly stated.
The two Romans began to work on the resisting body, using their hands and mouths to work the barbarian into an aroused state. As indistinct sounds from the bound man increased in frequency, the limp cock expanded, standing upright and hard.
Severus felt a hand moving up his back. Looking up, he saw his beautiful Deanna standing next to him. He could feel one of her hands gently stroking up and down his back as she silently waited for him to grant her permission to join him. He smiled, then moved over, giving her access to the waist of the slave. Severus wasn't surprised when she leaned down, took the large cock in her mouth and began to work it intently.
"I believe Deanna has decided to take the first ride tonight," Severus said, laughing. He reached down and stroked one hand against the firm thigh of the young man as the other hand gently moved through the dark curls falling down Deanna's back.
Deanna rolled her tongue around the hard cock, tasting it. She pulled the foreskin back, completely exposing the large organ. Carefully sucking on the head, she teased the open slit on the top of the large cock. A shaky, low moan issued from her helpless partner when she took him completely in her mouth, stroking up and down with measured strokes. Tasting a small drop of his pre-com, Deanna leaned back and began to remove her blue shift. Hands suddenly appeared, helping her undress. She turned to kiss her husband, whose hands continued to roam across her body. With the assistance from her husband, Deanna was quickly rid of all her clothing, revealing a trim, youthful body. She knelt on the table next to the still slave and straddled his waist.
"Oh, isn't he magnificent," she cooed as she stroked her hand up and down the rigid shaft. Raising herself up, she guided Nicholas's cock into her wet vagina. A sharp cry of pleasure rose from Deanna as the handsome slave filled her. "Oh, yes! Quite magnificent!" Closing her eyes, she began to gently move, falling into an age-old rhythm.
Hearing an inarticulate sound coming from the slave, she opened her eyes, then looked back at her husband. "Severus, could you take the gag off. I'd like to be able to kiss him... that is, if you don't mind,"
Raising an eyebrow, Severus glanced at Galerius, who was sucking on one of the slave's nipples. "What do you say, Galerius? Should we?" he asked the other man as he rose from the barbarian's chest.
Galerius looked down at Nicholas and said, "Only if he remains quiet. I don't want to listen to any yelling..." A slow grin spread across Galerius' face as he added, "Unless it's in the heat of passion that is."
Nicholas groaned again as Deanna leaned back to talk to her husband, all the while she continued to rock back and forth on his groin. He had fought as hard as he could, trying not to give in to these Romans, but it was obvious he wasn't going to win this argument. He sighed around another muffled cry of pleasure. The things these crazy Romans wanted to try. <Maybe some of these new things weren't all bad...> he thought, his eyes closing as more waves of erotic pleasure ran outward from his groin.
Hearing Galerius' conditions for removing the gag, Nicholas opened his eyes, tilted his head back and nodded his assent to the Roman general kneeling near his head. He would be very happy to be rid of that restraint! He breathed a small sigh of relief when the burly Roman pulled the straps off his head and removed the small cage from his mouth. "Thank ahhhhh..." he started to say when another wave of pleasure flowed over him. Deanna had picked up her pace. He felt her lean down over him and lightly begin to suckle on his nipples. The intense feelings were too much to ignore. Raising his hips, he began to thrust up to meet her as she impaled herself on his hard cock.
A large hand moved back through his hair and fingertips traced light patterns on his upper arm as the lady leaned toward him to grab a kiss. He opened his mouth slightly, letting her slip her tongue into his mouth: tasting and demanding a reaction from him. Nicholas tentatively returned the kiss, then started when he realized the hand in his hair wasn't hers, but the burly Roman's.
His senses were on fire as the lady moved down his neck, kissing and lightly stroking his skin. Nicholas briefly closed his eyes, savoring all the different sensations rising from his body -- from the strokes through his hair, to the kisses and caresses from the lady, to the wondrous stirring rising from his groin as she continued to plunge herself downward, meeting his upward thrust. It was all stirring his passions and lust.
When she returned to his lips, he threw himself into the kiss, returning it wholeheartedly. While they were involved in the kiss, he heard a low, guttural sound rise from deep in her throat, then a sudden addition of weight came to rest on him. Opening his eyes, Nicholas looked over the lady's shoulder and saw Severus leaning against her back. When he broke from the kiss, he noticed the look of total rapture upon her face. He was momentarily confused, then realized what they were doing.
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